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Pretty Princess Cloud-chan/'Fuck You, SQUALL' Mix	By : yokozuki Category: Final Fantasy Games > Dissidia: Final Fantasy Views: 1153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Pretty Princess Cloud-chan [The 'Fuck You, SQUALL' Mix]
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Pretty Princess Cloud-chan [The 'Fuck You, SQUALL' Mix]
For lazulisong & Z.
This is a Dissidia-fied remix of lazulisong's extremely amusing and awesome Kingdom Hearts fic, "Pretty Princess Cloud-chan," which can be found on ficwad via google. This story is AU in that it brings Aeris along for the ride. Also the porn.
Written for the Madness portion of Remix Redux 9: Love Potion No. 9. There's lots more where this came from on archiveofourown.org.
Bonus love for anyone who points out the misnamed item.
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"I've been feeling a little depressed, Aerith says." Cloud bites the words out in time with his hard thrusts, pretty pink fingernails flexing into Squall's hips. Squall, one of his own belts shoved between his teeth and strapped tight, can only glare in reply. "Don't you want to cheer me up, Cloud? It would mean a lot to me, you know." He slides his hands up Squall's legs to the knee and spreads them wide, dragging Squall's ankles from where they had rested on Cloud's silk dress.
The feeling of being opened up like that, stretched tight, hips tilted high and completely on view to Cloud and anyone else who could walk by the open tent, drags a low moan from Squall's throat even as he glares harder. Cloud looks down, tossing the long blond curls of his wig out of the way, and the corner of his painted mouth twitches up just a little. Squall feels his cock jump, and curses himself.
"Look, Cloud, she says." Cloud slows down, thrusts turning long and smooth. His head tilts back, eyes almost closed, impossibly long darkened eyelashes fluttering a little below the sparkling diamond tiara. "I managed to save it. Come on, Cloud, do it for me." He looks down just in time to catch Squall's hands sneaking up toward his own cock, catches his wrists in one hand and shoves them above Squall's head, letting his long, shining hair dangle down to brush Squall's skin. Something that can only be called a whine comes from Squall as he twitches and tries to arch away and into Cloud at the same time. Cloud slams a hand down on Squall's hip to still him and changes the angle, shoving up on each thrust, harder, and Squall can't stop himself from shouting, muffled by the belt. Cloud is thick and hot in him, and the silk dress all crumpled and tucked up in the pulled-aside lingerie makes such a pretty frame for his muscled hips as they flex and pound faster into Squall.
"Couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut," Cloud mutters. He stops on the last word, pulling out and Squall's breath stops in his throat, his body aching in its sudden emptiness, so close to coming that he feels insane, like he'll do anything to get that final push over the edge. Cloud's hands come out of nowhere and flip him over, dropping his chest onto the cot and knees on the ground. The silk dress brushes his balls as Cloud kicks his knees apart and his skin feels like it's catching fire. "No more fight?" Cloud muses. Squall would usually at least think something snarky but right now he's strung so tight that he doesn't give a fuck as long as Cloud gets back to fucking him.
He feels the blunt soft tip of Cloud's cock at his opening, nudging in, slick. The breath escapes him in a rush and he stops himself somehow from thrusting back, impaling himself, but then the scent of perfume surrounds him and Cloud is leaning down to groan quietly in Squall's ear as he slides the head barely inside, silk across Squall's back and the blond curls falling down across his shoulders, just visible from the corner of Squall's eye.
Cloud fills him with the rest of his cock in one harsh thrust. Squall's body arches like a bow and his hands clench on the sheets, tearing. He makes a series of incoherent noises and comes hard, long spasms of ecstasy rolling through his body, and in his mind it's Cloud that he's painting with the hot fluid instead of the ground under his cot. Cloud, feeling Squall's muscles lock and release, groans again and straightens, thrusting hard until he too comes, choking down a cry.
For a while there's nothing but the sound of harsh breathing filling the tent. Then Cloud reaches up and pulls Squall down to lay on the floor with him, unbuckling the belt after a moment, with apparent reluctance.
"Attractive, you said," Cloud says, not quite asking.
Squall is rubbing the skin around his mouth, pretty sure he'll have marks there and not knowing what the fuck to say to Zidane and Bartz. After a minute he registers what Cloud just said and his hand stops. "...attractive," he agrees. No way to really deny it after that.
He looks over and Cloud arches a brow at him. His wig is askew, which should look ridiculous, but he's no less devastatingly fuckable.
The silence stretches. Finally, Squall mutters, "It's not just the dress, okay, it just..." He waves a hand vaguely.
"Enhances," a voice pipes up from outside. Their heads swivel to the tent opening in shock, hands going for weapons. "Or perhaps, shorts out the brain circuits a bit?" Aerith says with a wide grin, waving at them cheerily.
Beneath the gathering stormclouds of rage, Squall dimly registers that Cloud's face has turned a becoming shade of rose and he's yanked off the wig entirely. There is a lot of shouting and some of it is coming from him. Aerith hasn't stopped smiling, however, and somehow he knows that he is never going to win here, in any way.
Well, possibly except in the way of mindblowing sex. He eyes Cloud, who is now trying to get what appears to be a camera away from Aerith, having also yanked off the dress as too much of a hindrance. The lingerie definitely suits him; the pale pink panties frame his ass and cock nicely while the top flutters around his hard abs.
Next time, Squall decides, he's doing the fucking. And they're going somewhere with doors.
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